The Aneurin Bevan

This is just a restaurant. The bar area is more like a reception area, mostly because there is no corner to dwell in and you expect to move on to a different room.
Every other room is large open space that is completely filled with tables and chair for dinning.
I didn’t buy anything and left after scoping the place out.

The prices are good its Wetherspoons!
Food is almost average its Wetherspoons!
Staff here are very good is this a Wetherspoons?

This public house is owned by wetherspoons now and once formerly known as the cross inn it has undergone very professional upgrade and restoration inside the outside remains largely original. Opening times very good and has a good car park easy to park holds quite a few cars I’d say.
Outside has a rear space for dining and drinking in with tables and chairs or if you would prefer has a well decorated and styled interior with a bar area for drinking in and ordering meals from the pub menu which has a very good selection including sunday roasts. Also has another seperate dining area seating for around 35 as well. Large screen tv’s in both drinking and dining areas. I have been here a few times now and enjoyed both the service and style of this pub named after the welsh politician nye beven who had something to do with founding the nhs here is wales. The food is usually served very quick and hot and the quality is good. Well worth a visit on your own for a drink or with family and friends for a meal. Prices are very reasonable for both food and drink.

Wetherspoon’s pubs are nigh-​on identikit. Steak Night on a Tuesday, Curry Night on Wednesday, cheap low-​date booze, blah-​de-​blah-​de-​blah. But The Aneurin Bevan is different.
It is weird.
In your normal Wetherpoon’s the lack of music is great, the place is filled with chatter and movement and you don’t really notice it. Here, the lack of music is claustrophobic and eerie, especially in the back room. At least in the front bar there are noises, as people are compelled to talk when ordering. With no bar in the back it’s like a morgue. No actually it’s more like purgatory, as although you’re sat in a comfy chair with a pint in your hand, you feel nothing. Even the esoteric Laurence Llewelyn Bowen influenced wallpaper fails to raise a response. You are drowning in ennui next to the Gabalfa Interchange.
Surely the psychology department at Cardiff University are behind this bizarre experiment.